“Are you expecting Miss Fairfax here soon?”

“Oh yes; next week.”

“Indeed!—­that must be a very great pleasure.”

“Thank you.  You are very kind.  Yes, next week.  Every body is so surprized; and every body says the same obliging things.  I am sure she will be as happy to see her friends at Highbury, as they can be to see her.  Yes, Friday or Saturday; she cannot say which, because Colonel Campbell will be wanting the carriage himself one of those days.  So very good of them to send her the whole way!  But they always do, you know.  Oh yes, Friday or Saturday next.  That is what she writes about.  That is the reason of her writing out of rule, as we call it; for, in the common course, we should not have heard from her before next Tuesday or Wednesday.”

“Yes, so I imagined.  I was afraid there could be little chance of my hearing any thing of Miss Fairfax to-day.”

“So obliging of you!  No, we should not have heard, if it had not been for this particular circumstance, of her being to come here so soon.  My mother is so delighted!—­for she is to be three months with us at least.  Three months, she says so, positively, as I am going to have the pleasure of reading to you.  The case is, you see, that the Campbells are going to Ireland.  Mrs. Dixon has persuaded her father and mother to come over and see her directly.  They had not intended to go over till the summer, but she is so impatient to see them again—­for till she married, last October, she was never away from them so much as a week, which must make it very strange to be in different kingdoms, I was going to say, but however different countries, and so she wrote a very urgent letter to her mother—­or her father, I declare I do not know which it was, but we shall see presently in Jane’s letter—­wrote in Mr. Dixon’s name as well as her own, to press their coming over directly, and they would give them the meeting in Dublin, and take them back to their country seat, Baly-craig, a beautiful place, I fancy.  Jane has heard a great deal of its beauty; from Mr. Dixon, I mean—­ I do not know that she ever heard about it from any body else; but it was very natural, you know, that he should like to speak of his own place while he was paying his addresses—­and as Jane used to be very often walking out with them—­for Colonel and Mrs. Campbell were very particular about their daughter’s not walking out often with only Mr. Dixon, for which I do not at all blame them; of course she heard every thing he might be telling Miss Campbell about his own home in Ireland; and I think she wrote us word that he had shewn them some drawings of the place, views that he had taken himself.  He is a most amiable, charming young man, I believe.  Jane was quite longing to go to Ireland, from his account of things.”

At this moment, an ingenious and animating suspicion entering Emma’s brain with regard to Jane Fairfax, this charming Mr. Dixon, and the not going to Ireland, she said, with the insidious design of farther discovery,